The wet Lower Falls.

     After a very bear-aware picnic

     and a quick stop at the vault (where the posture and facial expression would indicate that somebody jumped in front of her

     we headed to the Lower Falls of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. First stop: the North Rim and the Brink of Lower Falls. (see my arrow.)

   
     It's 600 feet down to the brink of the Falls. I took this picture of the canyon looking north as we started down.

     We got to the falls overlook, only to meet a dear old friend, Mr. Rain, who even after gently plaguing us for two solid days, still had a bit of a sneeze in him. It began to truly pour.

     Still happy; it takes a lot to quench her spirit.

     This "patio" would normally be wall-to-wall tourists.

   

     We turned right around and started back up, my camera under my jacket. I counted 960 heavy-breathing steps, and just about the 960th, the rain quit. I took this looking back down.